“Aurora Noir” is a retrofuturist image series by Tel Aviv digital artist Tim Razumovsky. With art deco robots, cyborg private detectives, an automaton jazz orchestra, and monumental public works, it’s like Blade Runner if Blade […]
Tag: detective
(Fiction) The Desire of Alchemy
The police of any country tend to take the murder of a rich man very seriously. I could only imagine the important people pressuring them for an arrest. I was clearly one of the last […]
(Fiction) This is kidnapping, you know that right?
I tripped hard that night. I don’t remember all of it. Supposedly, I freaked out at some point and told everyone death was stalking me, that it was coming, that I could feel it. I […]
(Fiction) Sacrifices
“I hate being in the city.” Nio made a beeline for the coffee stand, which had a short line. “Why can’t we stay somewhere else?” Quinn followed. “Not feeling any better, I see.” “Meaning?” “Nothing, […]
(Fiction) Bargains
The charges included assault of a minor (firing a gun at 17-year-old Guillermo Aquino); arson (of the house at 421 Asher St.); fraud (profiting under pretenses, namely, that Nio was a false expert); practicing medicine […]
(Fiction) Ruptures
Nio awoke in a box amid a tangle of limbs. Wide-eyed, she screamed and kicked and pushed them away—only to feel silk-smooth synthetic skin. A hairless sex doll stared serenely in the dark, inches from […]
(Fiction) Reversals
Del was right. Everywhere Nio might want to go was only five minutes away. Raffe’s Day and Night was a further ten outside town. The sky darkened completely on the drive. The last glow in […]
(Fiction) Appearances
The town looked as if it had been bombarded from space. A black tarp was draped over the gaping hole in a barbershop dating from the early 1900s, according to the sign. Someone had been […]
(Fiction) Holograms
The ImagiNext corporate campus clustered around a striated vertical white spire that towered like the mast of an alien sailing ship over the nearby homes and apartment blocks. As Agent Quinn drove past row after […]
(Fiction) Just don’t let your mom find it
04Oct 14:37 I sat in the car on the side of the road for a good fifteen or twenty minutes. The Cormacks’ teenage daughter was flirting loudly with a neighborhood boy on the leaf-covered front […]
